Procrastination Station

This is the new name for work. At home I get right down to business but at work that’s not the case. I’d much rather be working or writing but with the allure of the Internet, the glowing computer screen attracts me like a siren’s song. My demise dangles precariously on the thread of self-control I manage to exert on myself. Usually I’m a lost cause.

Today has been pretty hopeless for my work although I did break the 3-page mark this afternoon. I suppose you know exactly what I’ll be doing tonight- watching (or rather listening) to The Mummy and typing like I have 4th of July sparklers on my fingertips. It’s going to be a mad dash to the end of the night for me. What will it be, 6 pages and a journal entry before midnight or will my Mac turn into a lumpy gourd?

I hope Brendan Fraser and Rachel Weisz pull me through this one; I’m crossing my fingers though that I’ll soon find another movie to latch onto. I think I’ve already got the dialogue memorized. For all the characters.